"Shit, I'm taking us to a garage down the street. My cousin owns a fucking mechanic shop and has some trucks and vans in his storage garage. We may have lost the fucking pigs for now, but we gotta get the fuck outta this truck or else they'll find us fucking quickly", Chainz said. After a shootout with police, Chainz, and Lincoln, along with Henry and Tommy and their motorcycles, had been making their way through the maze of abandonment that engulfed the south side of 8-Mile Detroit. They had to get to the garage and swap out vehicles quickly before the next wave of police would swarm the area. Lincoln was shaking rapidly. He felt cold, sick, and very tired. Though, the exhaustion wasn't physical. Chainz looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, confused about why he was acting this way.

"Aye yo, Kid. What the fuck is up with you man"? He asked. Lincoln responded with a shaky voice.

"I've never killed a cop before…I'm still not used to all this". Chainz sighed, turning a corner into a long alleyway. A garage door covered in graffiti could be seen at the very end of the alleyway.

"The way I've always seen it, kid, the choice between killing some dumb motherfucking pig or doing 20 fucking years in the joint isn't much of a choice at all. I don't know about you Loud, but I have a family to get back to, and money to collect. I'll kill any stupid ass motherfucker who stands in my fucking way", Chainz explained. Lincoln thought about what Lisa had said. About it being too late to change any of this. But was it though? Was his sister just being irrational and quick thinking? He didn't want to believe it, though hearing what Chainz had to say began to make sense to him. And it scared him. He didn't want to think like that, he didn't want to get used to any of this, but now he was starting to. He thought about the 400k that this job would pay out, and although it disturbed Lincoln, he was starting to feel comfortable with where he was at.

"Yeah, I guess you're right…Are we almost there? Lincoln asked. Chainz nodded his head and pointed at the garage door in front of them.

"Yeah, it's that fucking door". He came to a complete stop upon rolling up in front of it and honked the truck's horn three times. After a couple of seconds, the garage door began to roll up, revealing a young black male wearing a mechanics uniform and Detroit Tigers baseball cap. He was wiping his oil and grease covered hands with a black stained white towel, as a cigarette dangled from his mouth. He then threw the towel on the floor and began to wave his hand inside the garage, signaling Chainz to move the truck forward. Henry and Tommy drove closely, monitoring the front of the alleyway in case any cops showed up. Once they were inside the garage, the mechanic closed the garage door.

"What the fuck is the matter with you Marcus"? The mechanic angrily questioned. Chainz hopped out of the truck, stretching his limbs out a bit before walking to the bed of the truck.

"Hm? Oh, it's good to see you too Williams. Look bro, we finna take one of ya fucking vans. That's cool right? We have a shit ton of fucking heroin to transport, and the cops are looking for this truck, so we need to swap it out", Chainz said as he began removing some of the bags. Williams, his brother, looked at him in disbelief.

"Nigga are you fucking stupid? You're about the biggest dumbass if you think imma let you get me involved in this shit", Williams objected. Tommy and Henry took the other bags and followed Chainz to one of the four parked vans. Chainz walked over to a random table, and opened one of its drawers, pulling out a set of keys with the number #3 written on it.

"Yea yea, what a nice story. Anyways, we'll bring this shit back tomorrow night…probably. Thanks bro, you're the best, bye", Chainz said, before opening the back of the van and throwing the Heroin and money into the back. Tommy and Henry climbed inside the back of the van, sitting next to the heroin.

"Yo William, we're just gonna leave our biked here. Is that cool? We'll pick them up tomorrow", Tommy asked. William rolled his eyes before sighing in defeat.

"Sure, whatever. I guess my garage is just a fucking storage spot for wanted felons. No big deal", Williams sarcastically responded. Tommy smiled.

"Thanks, William, you're the best. YO LINCOLN, GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT OF THAT TRUCK AND INTO THIS VAN", Tommy yelled. Lincoln quickly got out of the truck and made his way to the van, walking by William without saying a word. William just looked at the kid in shock.

"Why the fuck is a kid…you know what? Never mind, I ain't even gonna fucking ask. MARCUS YOU BETTER BRING THIS VAN BACK TO ME WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A SCRATCH MOTHERFUCKER, OR I'LL POP YOU'RE FUCKING HEAD OFF NIGGA", Williams shouted. Chainz stuck his head out of the window and looked over at his brother unamused.

"Nigga will you relax? It's gonna be all right. Why don't you just go outside and get laid with some slutty ass bitches or something". Chainz responded, much to William's frustration. With a new vehicle, the group pulled out of Williams's garage and sped down the alleyway and back to the main road. They were now headed for Lake Huron.

THE ROYAL WOODS MALL FOOD COURT
The past hour between Lincoln's and Taylor's group of friends had been surprisingly well. Almost. They were seated at one of the large tables at the food court talking amongst each other. Surprisingly it was Pablo who engaged with the younger group the most. He had been talking with Clyde, Rusty, Liam, and Zach about comic books, video games, and shows. He had quite a lot in common with them. However, both Stella and Anderson were clearly not interested, as the two of them had their arms crossed and annoyingly avoided eye contact with each other. Meanwhile Taylor just awkwardly sat in between them, not knowing what to say.

"Holy shit, it's a lot easier connecting with these fucking kids when you're being shot at", she thought to herself. She looked over at Anderson and leaned into him, whispering "could you at least make an effort for God's sake". Anderson looked over at her annoyed.

"You're the one who's all buddy-buddy with their little leader. So, you make an effort", he responded.

"Hey, I'm not the dumbass who said we needed to grow up and get along with people. If I remember correctly that shit came out of your mouth", Taylor said. Anderson sighed.

"Yea but, I just wanted to hang out with you…you know"? Anderson said. Taylor could feel her heart begin to beat, as she felt her whole body get warm. She placed her hand on Anderson's arm and smiled, causing the boy to blush.

"Look, you and I can hang out alone tomorrow or sometime next week…without Pablo. I promise. Just try and talk to these kids, they can be pretty cool", Taylor said. Anderson just stared at Taylor, his heart starting the beat faster by the second. He couldn't say no to her.

"All right fine…but it's a date then", he said. Taylor giggled a bit, now redder then a tomato.

"Yeah yeah, it's a date then", she agreed. Anderson beamed with happiness, as he scooted next to Stella, who still wasn't interested in any of this.

"Hey…it's Stella, right? Look, I apologize for how we acted towards you guys. If Taylor and Lincoln can get along, then I guess we can too…I guess what I'm trying to say is…can we just start over"? He asked. Stella looked over at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes and hearing it in his voice. She wanted to say no, but she thought of Lincoln and what he would've done. Letting Lincoln get the better of her, she sighed and extended her hand out.

"Fine…I don't forgive any of you…but we can start over", she said. Anderson smiled and shook her hand. Taylor gleamed with happiness as she watched the two talk, along with Pablo and the rest of the boys. For the first time in a long time, she felt that she was beginning to do the right thing. She was moving on and attempting to fix her mistakes, along with furthering the relationship between her and Anderson. Even setting up a date with him, much to her excitement. She had forgotten about all the trauma in her life. The crime, her family, her inner demons. For once she felt like a normal girl…until the mall's TVs switched over to the news.

"This is Chad Cunning with news 5 coming at you this evening with breaking news" the televisions around the food court began saying. Everyone in the food court stopped talking and focused on the TV including Taylor and the rest of the group.

"This just in, Detroit police are on a manhunt for four dangerous suspects. Although details are still unclear, at around 6:00 pm, a group of six men engaged officers during a suspected drug deal. 12 officers are dead along with two of the suspects. The four remaining suspects have fled the scene. Police are asking for your help to bring any information that could lead to the arrest of these men". Chad, the news reporter then put his finger on the earpiece of his ear, as he was receiving new information. After a couple of seconds of listening, he readjusted himself and faced the camera again. "This just in" Chad continued, "police are releasing the bounties of these individuals. First up, believed to be the leader of all this is the notorious criminal known as Tommy the Barbarian of the Devils' Riders motorcycle gang. Here is his new bounty". A wanted poster popped up on the screen in the same format as the previous wanted posters that Misty had shown Taylor and Lincoln. In the middle of the poster was a picture of Tommy wearing a skull bandana, sunglasses, and a black lowered cap. He was pictured while sitting on his motorcycle flipping his middle finger at the camera. On the top of the poster read:

"WANTED BY THE FBI". On the bottom underneath the picture read:

"TOMMY THE BARBARIAN"

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE

Reward ~ $960,000

Wanted by the FBI for Homicide, drug smuggling, affiliation with the Devils Riders Motorcycle gang, the killing of law enforcement, possession of illegal contraband, and weapons smuggling

Name: Tommy (Unknown Last name)

Location: Unknown

DOB: Unknown"

The screen went back to Chad Cunning, he cleared his throat and said "The next suspect is another notorious member of the Devils Riders Biker gang, Bobcat Henry. Here is his new bounty". The screen went to another wanted poster. The picture in the middle was of Henry on his motorcycle wearing a black bandana, sunglasses, and a spiked helmet. At the top of the page read:

"WANTED BY THE FBI". At the bottom underneath the picture read:

"BOBCAT HENRY

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE

Reward~ $850,000

Wanted by the FBI for homicide, Drug smuggling, possession of contraband, affiliation with the Devil's Riders Biker gang, and killing of law enforcement"

Name: Henry (Unknown last name)

DOB: Unknown

Location: unknown".

The screen then went back to Chad, who continued saying "Next up, we have a well-known criminal in the Detroit area. He's known as Chainz of the Dogs Inferno Street gang". The screen then cut to another wanted poster. This time the picture was of Chainz. He was wearing a hockey mask and a red t-shirt, and he was holding up two Uzis at the camera. Tied around his right wrist was a red bandana. The top of the poster above the picture read:

"WANTED BY THE DETROIT POLICE DEPARTMENT": At the bottom underneath the picture read:

"CHAINZ

WANTED ONLY ALIVE

Reward~ $600,00

Wanted by the Detroit police department for drug dealing, homicide, grand theft auto, robbery, affiliation with the Dogs Inferno Street Gang, and killing of police officers.

Name: Unknown

DOB: Unknown

Location: Unknown"

The screen then cut back to Chad Cunning, who continued to describe more about these criminals and their previous activities. While he was talking, the group of friends began to talk amongst each other.

"Man, that's crazy, I hope they find those bad guys and bring them to justice", Clyde exclaimed.

"I agree, it's a good thing Royal Woods doesn't have a crime issue though", Pablo said.

"Yea, the last thing we need is a bunch of no-good criminals making a ruckus of stuff", responded Liam. Stella was staring at the screen curiously. She had felt as if she had seen Tommy before but couldn't place her mind on it. If only he wasn't wearing the mask, she could've remembered. Meanwhile, Taylor just sat and stared at the TV nervously. She didn't know any of these people, though something in the back of her mind was telling her that something was wrong. Just then, the TV got back her and everyone else's attention.

"We also have reports of a new suspect that officials have never seen before. After the recent crimes, police have now issued a brand new bounty. Police have said that the criminal goes by Loud Ace. Here's the new bounty", Chad said. The screen then cut to a new and final bounty. One that had never been seen before. In the middle was a picture of Lincoln with a black bandana over his mouth and a black Detroit Tigers baseball cap lowered covering his eyes. The top of the poster read:

"WANTED BY THE DETROIT POLICE DEPARTMENT". At the bottom underneath the poster read:

"LOUD ACE

WANTED ONLY ALIVE

Reward~ $300,000

Wanted by the Detroit Police department for Drug smuggling, homicide, and killing of police officers

Name: Unknown

Location: Unknown

DOB: Unknown"

Taylor's eyes shot wide open, as her heart began to pound. She didn't need to see his face to know to whom the bounty belonged. She knew it was Lincoln.

"Lincoln? What the fuck did you get yourself into"? She said to herself. As she was lost in her own thoughts, the rest of the group continued talking about the criminals, not realizing, or connecting who Loud Ace was. Taylor quickly shot up from her seat and began to walk away from the table. "I got to go to the bathroom", she quickly said. Stella and Anderson stared at her curiously, while the rest of the group didn't even notice.

THE LOUD HOUSE

Lisa was sitting at her table, staring at the wall. She had been lost in her own thoughts for the past three hours, not even going down for dinner. She had a lot to think about and didn't even know where to begin.

"What am I doing"? She thought to herself. "I just pretty much kicked Lincoln to the curb. Whether he's an idiot or not, I have to help. But how? He's already committed two major crimes. I don't know what to do. I have to sit down and talk to him when he gets back and straighten all this out. I reacted too quickly. In the mean time I need to conduct some research about this 54th Mafia and Mickey individual, and gather some data". Just then, a news update flashed on her computer. It was about the drug deal and shootout with the police. After watching the entire report, Lisa facepalmed.

"Good Lord dear brother, what did you do now? Loud Ace? Really? Out of all the names you could've come up with, you pick two words that associate with you. It hasn't even been three days and you're already wanted by the police. I'm really going to have to talk with you mister". She then looked at the floor in sadness and muttered, "I just hope you can get back safely".

AT AN UNDISCLOSED HOUSE IN STERLING HEIGHTS

Misty was at a friend's house party sitting on a couch watching TV with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Surrounding her was a plethora of high school kids around the same age as her, 16-18, to college students in their late teens and early twenties. Loud music was blasting throughout the dimly lit house, as the teens and young adults were running around or dancing. Almost everyone was drinking and smoking, and drugs were being used frequently. Almost every closet or room was occupied by people doing drugs, high, or having sex. In some cases, sex was solicited between minors and young college students. It was a party that was highly illegal, yet Misty was having fun.

As she was watching the Television and enjoying her beer, a young Hispanic girl her age walked up to her. She had tan skin, black frizzy hair, and red lipstick. She was wearing a pink tank top, a white mini skirt, and black and white high top converse shoes.

"Yo Misty, what the fuck are you doing just sitting around? Ryan just pulled out another bag of fucking Molly he got from Pedro. Seriously you gotta try this shit, shit will knock you on your ass", the young girl said. Misty took an inhale of her cigarette before exhaling the smoke.

"Shit Mindy, I ain't taking anything that jackass Ryan brings. Motherfucker wouldn't know quality drugs if it hit him in his fucking face. Girl, how are you going to clean all this shit up before your fucking parents come home"? Misty asked. Mindy rolled her eyes, grabbing Misty's cigarette out of her fingers and smoking it.

"Oh, relax Misty, I and my brother will clean this shit up. You just try to enjoy yourself. God only fucking knows we haven't seen your little slut ass since you flunked out of high school. Dude, what the fuck have you even been up to? I hope you're still not fucking around all those criminals and illegal shit", Mindy scolded. Misty looked around the house, then back at Mindy with a raised eyebrow.

"Shit, you're fucking talking to me about illegal shit", Misty said. Mindy snickered, before giving Misty a light jab on the arm.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, this is just a high school party. It's not like anyone here is some notorious criminal hacker with a $950,000 bounty on their fucking head with connections to the criminal underworld. Now that would just be silly", she said with a wink. Misty giggled a bit, as she returned her gaze to the TV. The screen was now cut to the news, which was broadcasting the incident of the shootout between the bikers and the police. When the news showed Tommy's bounty, Misty couldn't help but smirk. Catching the notice of Mindy. "Is he someone you know"? she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Unfortunately, yea. His name is Tommy Harris, me and he go waaaay back. He's a dumbass who rolls with the Devil's Riders MC. Looks like the knucklehead just got into trouble. Fuck, looks like his bounty is now higher than mine. He used to have a bounty of $900,000. Guess whatever he did really pissed the fucking authorities off", Misty said. Mindy couldn't help but notice the enthusiasm in her friend's voice as she talked about Tommy. Something that she rarely ever heard from her.

"You seem to be really close to this guy. What's the deal Mist"? asked Mindy curiously. Misty just took another sip of her beer, reminiscing the long history between her and Tommy.

"Well, let's just say I view him like a brother. Out of everyone I know in my fucked up line of work…he's the only one I consider a friend…even family. Though he's still a fucking dumbass", Misty explained. The TV then flashed to Henry's bounty, making Misty even more excited. "Holy shit, he brought Henry along too for his stupid ass shenanigans? $850,00? Not bad Bobcat. Not bad at all", exclaimed Misty. Mindy just giggled at the enthusiasm of her friend. She had known Misty all her life and was very well aware of her other life as a criminal. She loved it when Misty would tell her about the ugly side of reality.

"You seem to know these bikers really well", Mindy noticed. Misty looked over to her and smiled while nodding her head.

"Yeah, I grew up around a lot of them since I was so close to Tommy. Those crazy bastards are the best. I sometimes help them out for free. That's how close I am to them", said Misty. The TV screen then flashed to Chainz, making Misty go from excited to confused. "Chainz? What the fuck"? What the fuck is Tommy doing with the Dogs Inferno"? Misty asked in confusion. Mindy looked over at her curiously, taking another drag of her cigarette.

"You know the Dogs Inferno too"? Mindy asked.

"Eh sort of. They hire me for jobs, mainly rewiring illegal money to fucking offshore bank accounts. I've actually worked with Chainz quite a bit. Fucking dude is a great fucking bank robber. His brother William is cool too. You need a new ride to get away from the fucking cops? Just go to him…but what the fuck is he doing with Tommy? What the fuck happened? Something major must've fucking gone down. I'm going to head home and figure this shit out Mindy", said Misty. However, as she was about to get up, her attention shifted back to the television when the news anchor Chad Cunning mentioned a brand new bounty from a brand new criminal. She was now beyond confused, as she didn't have the slightest idea of what had happened in Detroit. But as soon as she saw the bounty poster, her heart dropped. Misty had let go of her beer bottle, causing it to spill all over the floor as she stared in shock at the screen. She knew exactly who she was looking at. The same orange sweater, the exposed strands of white hair from the underside of the hat. The name Loud. It was obvious to her who it was.

"MOTHERFUCKER, LINCOLN?"